"Yeah," she said quietly.
A thread of something pulled at my stomach, remembering a feeling from the van ride. I'd already laid out my decidedly weird analysis of whatever was going on between us, so I figured I might as well go there.
"When we were driving up here and I said I had a class with you, there were a few... reactions. I'm sure they all figured out I'm a freshman and would know what class I knew you from."
Just ask, you dork.
"Have you like, helped other people... with their drawings of you?"
"A few," she said, "does that bother you?"
"Well, no," I said honestly. Our brains must have gotten to a particular detail at the same time and she got the words out first.
"But I certainly didn't help any of them like I helped you," she said with a sideways smirk. "That was new."
All my questions for her and insecurities bubbled up and churned in the forefront of my brain.
Do you actually not mind people seeing you naked?
Do you... get off on it?
I played back the disjoined images in my head, her hand stroking my painfully hard shaft as I sat reclined nude on the plinth, the paint-stained rag she'd given me to clean up the trails of cum covering my chest.
You're probably not a virgin. You don't have to be... you shouldn't be! Do I tell you that I am? Does what we did somehow count, like, am I like only ninety percent virgin now?
My stream of consciousness seemed to explode and phoenix itself back into existence several times in a row, and yet I somehow managed to continue walking upright. By the time our section of beach and camp came into view, I felt like I could speak again.
"I'm not sure what to do with all this," I said, knowing our alone time was running out. "I—"
Just like that, the universe intervened as it tends to do. Rushing down the trail at us was the girl from the van I couldn't remember. Not Julia, the other one. She wasn't happy about something.
"Skye!" the girl called, crashing through the trees toward us.
"Oh, lord," said Skye under her breath. "I told her that wasn't gonna work out..."
I intuited that was probably some kind of drama I didn't want to be involved in and separated our arms. We shared a brief glance and nodded. I trudged back up to camp, the girl rushed past me on the trail. I briefly thought Skye was probably about to have another walk around the lake, but with a much different conversation. Their voices quickly fell off as the distance between us grew.
As the smell of breakfast perked in through my nose, my thoughts were a little calmer, if not less filled with questions and possibilities. My perhaps adult-leaning thought that Skye was simply going to be one of my college experiences was still a solid foundation. A safe bet. But asking me outright if I liked her, that was an interesting data point. The fact that the words left her mouth suggested she was at least open to the possibility of something more, right? My again adult-ish train of thought suggested that both things could be true. She would indeed be a college memory, but maybe I wasn't done making that memory yet?
Every progressing idea now aimed toward some version of so... what now?
I temporarily set aside my possible relationship conundrum when Eric handed me a plate of food.
"Mornin' Sage, how'd you sleep?"
"Not bad, considering," I said with a half-grin, taking the plate of eggs and toast and bacon. It smelled heavenly.
"I get that. Those two dealing with girl problems I'm guessing?" Eric asked, nodding toward the lake.
I half shrugged and half nodded.
"I told him not to go there... he ended up taking off in the middle of the night. Idiot."
I chuckled, the same advice coming at this nameless not-a-couple coming from both sides, apparently. Of course, they didn't listen. As the first few bites of scrambled eggs hit my stomach, I felt my guts rumble angrily.
Is it the food, or is this the universe trying to tell me something?
I vowed to at least temporarily put Skye out of my head. The group, minus the pair walking the lake and the guy who left, began to break down camp. The activity proved to be a helpful distraction. Being now a vehicle short, the ride home was going to be a bit tighter. I didn't bother to ask about the driving arrangements.
Skye and the other girl strolled back into camp just as we were loading up the last of the supplies. Eric had saved them each a plate of food, I took Skye hers.
"So'd you get her all straightened out?"
"Kara?" she answered quietly. "No idea. Some people put just way too much thought into things."
I coughed and felt my cheeks getting warm.
Hopefully that wasn't directed at me.
We chatted for a few minutes as everyone put the final touches on packing and cleaning up. I wanted to try and get some kind of answer from her, even a general direction on us. With everyone crisscrossing between vehicles around us, it never felt like the right time. People finally started loading into cars and the old van, which appeared to be where I was riding again. I had to say something, anything.
"So uh, when we get back..." I trailed off.
"Yeah," she said warmly, flashing me that signature smile. "Thanks for coming camping, I really mean it."
"It was fun," I said honestly.
"About what we talked about, down at the lake, I hope you—"
"You two!" someone from one of the cars shouted. "We're leaving! Get in, or find a ride."
Skye leaned and got uncomfortably close to me, like she was about to whisper the end of her sentence. I was frozen in place, waiting for it. Instead, she just grinned, turned on a heel and made for the car. I stared at her as she walked away, but got a kiss blown at me over her shoulder. Somehow, it felt almost real. My whole body seemed to deflate as the calls for me to get in the damn van! echoed. I wondered if any of them had noticed the kiss that wasn't.
The ride home wasn't excruciating, but it wasn't great. I was actually glad that we rode in separate vehicles. I knew that if I'd been in the same car with Skye, I would have held back all the things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask, but been tortured by her presence and the smiles she'd probably have been giving me. Even worse if we'd somehow sat next to each other.
Instead I got the middle row window seat in the van again, now rather surrounded by a mix of outdoor smells and lack of deodorant. I deflected a few comments during the trip back to the university, my presence now perhaps more interesting to the group than during the trip there.
Connor didn't drop me at my dorm, but let us all out at the rec center where the van lived. Having basically just thrown my backpack and its contents into the rear in the few minutes I had, I mostly had to repack for the walk home. I didn't mind and honestly appreciated the quiet time to myself. The sky was foreboding and gray, but I didn't get wet at least.
I hope you...
I repeated her last words to me over and over, both on the van ride home and then again on the trek to my dorm.
I hope you... had a good time? Enjoyed camping? Respond to my big loaded question with something other than 'Ramona Flowers'?
As if my growing proximity to Donny gave me some kind of bro logic, the answer hit me upside the head.
If a girl asks you if you like her, you tell her, dumbass! You tell her YES.
It seemed so simple.
Why the hell couldn't I just put it out there? I could have kissed her while we walked around the lake! I could have asked to ride home in her car, I could have...
As I mashed the elevator up button in the dorm lobby, I had half a mind to turn around and just go find her. A bit of restraint won out, and I went up to my room to at least unpack and shower. Donny and Kai were in the kitchen as I walked in, ready to pounce.
"How was camping?" said Kai, "anyone get eaten by bears or anything?"
"Bears?" said Donny, rounding the counter to come slap me on the back. "Dude, we have more important questions. Like..." He arched an eyebrow at me and flashed a miscreant grin. "Tell us about the sleeping arrangements."
"Two tents, separated by gender," I said. The memory of us by the fire, bodies pressed together slid in, unasked for. My eyes must have given something away.
"Sage... come on, don't hold out on us," Donny demanded. "There's more to this story, don't fuckin' leave us hanging, man!"
My chest puffed up a little. My brain was trying to work out some way to say, nobody else rescued her from the frozen lake and warmed her beautiful, perfectly nude body by the fire, but of course I would never have mentioned that.
"Nothing happened," I tutted. The masculine energy in the room was still a powerful force, and I seemed to be feeding from it. "But I really hope something does." I almost coughed as the words left my mouth.
"My guy, see that's what I'm talknbout!" Donny looked like he was about to go for a high five, Kai looked like he wanted to come over the counter and hug me.
"But I should probably shower first," I said, sounding more like myself again.
"Good call, you kinda got that sasquatch funk thing goin' on."
I took a deep breath and headed for my room. My borrowed backpack got discarded on the floor, dirty and still full. I jumped in the shower and took a bit longer than normal. I shaved my face and trimmed downstairs, finishing up just as I heard a knock on the other entrance to the bathroom. Donny busted in, apparently not caring that I had on nothing but a towel. He'd brought three different cologne bottles. After I didn't show appropriate enthusiasm for any of them, he ended up just dowsing me with the one he thought was right. I hacked and coughed for a few minutes as the small room aired out, but had to admit it smelled good.
I threw on a clean pair of jeans and a Studio Ghibli t-shirt, then one of my nicer hoodies. The longer I stayed in my comfortable dorm room, the less I was sure about my drive to go make something happen. I'd nearly sat down on my bed when all three of my roommates busted in. Dane looked like he was just along for the ride, but Donny and Kai looked positively energized, like they were my cheerleaders at a tied overtime game.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" said Kai, uncharacteristically enthused.
"Go find her!" said Donny, this time actually raising up for the high five.
I responded with a minimal slap and stood.
"Okay, I got this. Wish me luck."
The guys clapped me on the shoulders as I left. I took whatever residual bro power they'd bestowed on me and rode the elevator down. As I glanced out the picture windows in the first floor common area, it had started drizzling outside.
Maybe I'll just text, I thought. Shit.
Another analysis paralyses battle had begun in my gray matter. I stared out the window into the gloom, phone in my hand. It would have been easy to send a thanks for inviting me camping text. Maybe I could even make it a little spicier, saying something like I'd really like to see you again. I batted around a few variations before I realized I didn't need to leave my room to send a text. There was also no way I was going to show backup up in my dorm room after my pompous proclamation, they'd never let me hear the end of it. Whether it was Donny's indignation or the other two's disappointment, I couldn't face them after ten minutes and no progress.
I glanced at the door and the little stand of umbrellas with the school logo on them.
At least take a walk and clear your head.
I grabbed an umbrella and strolled out into the rain. I didn't have any real destination in mind, other than the idea of figuring out what I wanted to happen. By the time my shoes had soaked through, I had half a dozen messages worked up, each a little more committal than the previous one. As I'd finally worked up some version of Can I come see you? I got a jolt of boldness, maybe Donny from afar.
Texting is weak sauce, man, just go see her.
It sounded so simple, so plain as the idea settled in. Worst case I could play it off like I just wanted to make sure she was okay after the lake incident. Best case, she'd be happy to see me and... god, what would happen then? I summoned the last bit of courage I had and turned around.
As I'd become used to at this point, the universe responded. The wind kicked up and the rain doubled its efforts. About three blocks from her house, a particularly strong gust ripped the umbrella out of my hand and took it. Even though it was only mid-afternoon, the sky was dark. I shook my head and forged ahead, knowing I was close to some kind of resolution one way or the other.
I knocked on the door, the wind now actually howling behind me. It took three attempts before I heard the lock slide open.
"Ohmigod, Sage!" Devyn practically dragged me inside, but made sure I stayed on the large woven doormat. "You're soaked! Hang on, lemme get you a towel or something."
My psyche had all but pushed my physical state into the background at this point, I was here with a purpose.
"Can you get Skye, I kinda want to talk to her."
"Oh, honey..." said Devyn, "she's not here."
Well, shit.
Despite probably already looking like a drowned rat, I'm sure my face telegraphed that the floor under me had just fallen out.
I should have just texted.
Devyn studied me for a moment and finally flashed me a warm grin.
"What?"
"She's got this crazy project going for school, like all-consuming. Been so stressed about it..." Devyn looked at me like the lost puppy I was. "Listen, you can't tell her I told you, but... she's at the studio."
I felt the warmth blooming in my insides, like there was still some chance.
"Thank you," I said, resisting the urge to hug her. "Secret's safe with—"
"Damn right it's safe!" she interrupted, her voice sounding larger than her body, "'cause I didn't tell you anything!"
I gave only a nod in return.
"Sage?" said Devyn quietly as I opened the front door, the noise of the rain pouring back in. "Be good to her, okay?"
Be good to her?
Again, only a nod. She gave me a light half-hug that wouldn't get her too wet, and I stepped back outside.
I sloshed back out into the rain. My clothes weren't quite soaked, but they definitely weren't dry. As I neared the art building, a weird kind of confidence started brewing. Not a surety that I knew what I was doing or what was going to happen, more like a hunch. I'd been staring mostly down at the sidewalk to avoid puddles and keep the rain out of my face.
As I glanced up to the large second-story windows of the old brick building, warm light spilled out. I paused and stared as a head of silver hair flitted in and out of view through the glass. It felt like if I was a character in a movie, now would be when the hopeful, swelling music would start playing.
I checked three sides of the building before finding the only unlocked door. I went inside, leaving wet footprints behind me. A couple of other people there gave me funny looks as I dripped my way up the stairs. Finally, I opened the door of the atelier. The warm light from the special fixtures bathed the room in the soft, daylight glow that seemed like a different world than the one I'd come from.
Skye was sitting behind an angled work table and glanced up at me. We locked eyes and she smiled.
"Hiya Sage," she said brightly, standing up and stretching. "Devyn send you?"
"Nah," I said coolly, going to her. "I was just in the neighborhood, saw you through the window."
"Uh huh," she said with a grin. "Just happened to be on a stroll in a rainstorm." She arched an eyebrow and tried to stare into my soul. "It's okay, I could probably use a break anyway."
We each took a step toward each other, our faces now maybe a foot apart. Her smile warmed me from the inside and I wanted to burst out with some kind of proclamation, or at least... god, I didn't even know what I wanted to say. I inhaled gently and got a whiff of campfire.
"You actually haven't even been home yet, have you?"
"Nope," she answered. She mirrored my sniff, leaning toward me. "You smell good, you don't normally wear cologne, do you?"
"No," I said, arching an eyebrow. "My roommate's idea." The look on her face said she was analyzing what that meant. "So what are you working on?" I cut in.
"Oh, a big project... but now, specifically?" she said, grinning and nodding toward the table behind her. "You wanna see?"
She took my clammy hand and led me around to face the drawing. A sharp breath caught in my throat as I looked at myself in pencil and charcoal.
Of course I remembered the day vividly, and had already seen the basic outline of her drawing. Me, reclining on the upper level of the plinth, legs casually spread and swinging as my full erection rested on my stomach. My eyes swept up to my chest. She'd done my tattoo justice, obviously much smaller and less detailed, but the shapes and colors were perfect. In fact, it was the only color in the entire work. Skye had gone super detailed on the pencil shading, nearing a monochromatic photo level of detail. I couldn't remember if my muscles actually had that much definition, or if she was helping me out. Pulling back my view, I took in the casual confidence she'd somehow given me. Reclining on my arms, a smoldering look on my face with just enough of a smile.
It hit me all at once. Her representation of me was... hot. Like, she thought I was attractive. I nearly echoed the question we'd already asked each other, is that how you see me? I somehow knew in my gut that it was, I didn't need to hear it.
"It's really good, Skye. Like... amazing."
"I hope I got your tattoo right. I almost kept it black and white, but—"
"No, I think it works. It's... better than mine."
"No, it's not," she said quietly. "The way you shaded with the pastel chalk..." her voice trailed off.
A grin started to tug at my mouth as I looked up from the picture and to her instead. Her adorable, demure grin was on the softer side of the confidence she usually radiated. A growing part of me wanted to take her in my arms and hold her against me, but it felt like we were still dancing around something. She was obviously reading my mind.
"We never got to finish our talk earlier."
I nodded and shifted my weight, but never broke our gaze.
"Maybe I can be more direct. Sage, what do you want?"
There it is.
What do I say?
I do want this, right?
God, yes.
My brain was assembling an entire picture, some kind of speech that would spell out in no uncertain terms my growing infatuation for her. I could feel English Lit in the background, picking out flowery words and bits of poems. Before my mouth was given the okay to start, I shut it down. Whatever I was about to say would be so far past where we were. Instead, I went back to art. Start small, begin with shapes.
My cheeks started to warm, but I spoke anyway.
"I really liked kissing you."
"I liked that too," she answered.
"And not that the hypothermia was a good thing," I said, glancing at the floor before looking back into her eyes, "but I really liked holding you too. You know, without clothes."
She took my other hand and leaned closer, till we were nearly touching. As her arm touched my sweatshirt, she recoiled.
"You're all wet."
I had the damp hoodie off before she could say anything else.
"Nice shirt."
I grinned and wrapped her in my arms, our lips gently meeting. In a handful of seconds, all the cold and sogginess had left me. We started slowly, Skye's hands on my cheeks as she let me kiss her. Her fingers threaded up and around the back of my head, pulling us even closer as our mouths opened to each other. Probably spurred by seeing her picture of me, I was forcibly reminded of her very nice hand job. Despite how nice that was, our slow kissing seemed more intimate now, more than some transactional favor.
Our make out session wasn't frenzied, but was certainly escalating. Tongues began to get in on our gentle movements, advancing and retreating like dance steps. Her body got a little squirmy, like it was trying to get closer to mine. The swell of her breasts against my chest was starting to push my buttons, differently than when I'd held her lake-chilled body camping. That was purely for warmth, this was something else. My hands wandered down to the small of her back and the gentle curve below. I wanted to pull her hips toward me, toward my physically growing need for her. I stopped short and focused on our lips and tongues.
This is actually happening.
Hands wandered further as we made out. I could only speak for myself, but I was probably hornier than at any point in my life. I hadn't noticed, but we'd been slowly drifting toward the plinth in the center of the room. By the time I realized, she had pivoted and gently pushed me to sit on the top level, just like I had last time. I hoped we weren't doing another art project.
Skye pulled away from our kiss and rather unceremoniously pulled her sweater up and over her head. Her silver hair fell back around her shoulders. She wore a plain white sports bra underneath.
"I know I was a little out of it," she said, "but I liked when you held me too. I mean I guess Devyn helped, but..."
I flashed her a sheepish grin.
"Sage," she continued, "I like your body too." She paused, the words having the intended effect and just fueling my thoughts. "You know, the naked holding and the kissing, sometimes people do those things together."
Oh my god, here... again?
Enough of my blood had flowed into my other head that my previous objections seemed to get pushed into the background. By the time my eyes refocused, Sky had pulled her bra up and off, her perfect breasts now staring me in the face. She didn't immediately close the space between us, but gestured to my torso. My Studio Ghibli shirt joined hers on the floor in short order.
"There we go," she cooed with an appreciative glance at my bare chest.
Skye stepped forward to the edge of the plinth, between my spread legs. After waiting for her gentle nod, I reached out with my hands and cupped them under her full breasts. I sighed at the warmth permeating my cold fingers, amazed that she hadn't jumped away. My nerve quickly ramped up and I went beyond the last time I'd done this for arguably academic reasons. Gently brushing her nipples with my fingertips, I watched in lusty awe as they hardened and grew. I glanced up to her face, the confident expression now tinged with something else. I risked a gentle pinch with my thumbs and forefingers, that got me a forceful kiss and her tongue driven into my mouth.
Our makeout began in earnest, bodies again coming together. I finally released her tits and held her against me. Skye made adorable little moans into my mouth as my hands roamed her back. A spare thread of available brainpower decided I could do this forever if she'd let me.
Skye began to kiss away from my lips, across my cheek and neck. I sighed as her tongue licked at my earlobe, the nerves radiating the sensation all over. I could barely fathom what was happening, the physical contact and intoxicating closeness. For some reason, the scene from earlier in the morning popped into my head.
"Skye," I said as she French kissed my ear, "this morning, right before we left," I managed to get out. "You said, I hope you... What did you hope?"
She giggled and pulled back a bit to look at me.
"Exactly this."
We kissed fiercely again, lips locked and tongues intertwining. My hand found its way back to her breast, intermittently squeezing her sensitive nipple. After three or four of those, she began to work her lips down my neck, bathing me in kisses. Despite the amazing sensation, it felt a little off at first. In the movies, both cinema and otherwise, it was always the guy that descended his way down the woman's body, conquering his new territory. When Skye licked my nipple and sucked it between her lips, I was immediately okay with the role reversal.
"Oh, damn..." I whispered.
She worked over one of my pecs, then switched sides. My legs involuntarily writhed against her, the sensations coming from my chest so much more sexual that I could have imagined. My cock painfully strained against my jeans as her pubic bone pressed against me. She eventually pulled up from my chest and gazed down at me.
I sat up and stared hungrily at her nude torso. She grinned and playfully rested her hands on her hips. Each of the three previous times I'd seen her in some state of undress, there was at least partially another thought in my head, another motive. The first two were artistic, the third was genuine concern for her well being. While I was still very much appreciating the art that was Skye's body, my motivation was more clear this time. It was pure and simple lust.
I lunged forward and wrapped my hands around her back, pulling her toward me as I took a breast in my mouth. Her soft, warm skin between my lips was heavenly. I kissed slowly at her flesh first, every now and then pausing to lick with the tip of my tongue. I hadn't done it on purpose, but my slow circles around her soft flesh before getting to her areola were apparently driving her crazy.
"Stop teasing!" she breathed.
I was happy to oblige, sucking a generous mouthful of breast my mouth. I opened wide, pulling in as much as I could. Skye sighed and made an adorable squeak every time I tongued at her nipple. Eventually, I released the hard nub and kissed down the valley between, then up to her other side to repeat.
"Mhmm," she moaned from above me.
Before long she shifted her feet to straddle one of my legs. With the height difference and the plinth the angle was awkward, but she was obviously trying to grind herself against me. Not wanting to deny her anything, I pulled one hand from around her stomach and snaked it down between us. First to the top of her pink sweatpants, then down her thigh. She took my cue and backed off just a little.
I couldn't feel much through her pants, except the surprising heat. I pushed up against her with my outstretched fingers, feeling her warmth radiating. A gentle rocking motion with my hand seemed to elicit some new noises, so I continued. It took a moment to be able to tongue at her perfect breast at the same time, but eventually I managed it.
"Oh, that feels good..." Skye cooed.
I looked up from my mouthful of tit as she gazed down at me. The look in her eyes closely mirrored what I was feeling, the almost scary desire for another person. If it hadn't been mixed with a smile, I might have been a little afraid.
Skye backed away from me half a step, her nipple popping out of my needy lips. With a little shimmy of her hips, she pulled her sweats down to her lower thighs.
"It looked like you were having some trouble there," she said with a smirk.
I gulped as my eyes traced their way down her taut stomach to the top of her panties. Gazing lower when she parted her knees, her underwear were not... dry. We locked eyes briefly and she gave only a slight nod. I didn't know whether I should simply resume my touching, or if she was signaling something new. I gently reached my hand out, deciding to go with what seemed to be working.
When I finally made contact, Skye's panties had definitely soaked through. Her barely-covered skin was slick against my fingers, making my slow motions much better than the thick material of her sweats. The closer contact rewarded me with even more delicate little noises from her. The slowly swelling nub of her clit became apparent as I changed my angle. With a few tentative swipes, I confirmed my anatomy lessons from freshman sex ed.
I began to slowly explore her sex through the thin fabric, still amazed at the heat and scent she exuded. I bent down to kiss her stomach and inhaled the musky perfume her body was making for me. For me. The still alien idea that she was attracted to me hit home again and I realized I hadn't spoken in several minutes. Without stopping my gentle ministrations, I looked up into her eyes. Not sure why I said the words, they came out anyway.
"You're really really wet... you know, down here."
"Yes," she giggled, "I am. I think you know why."
I nodded, taking the assertion quite seriously.
"You," I gulped again, "like what I'm doing."
"That's right," she said sweetly.
A bolt of realization hit me that if Skye didn't a hundred percent suspect I was a virgin previously, my fumbling exploration of her body certainly confirmed it now. Still, she was gazing at me with more lust in her eyes than I'd seen in any tacky porn video. And, she hadn't yet tried to run from the room. My mouth tried to make a noise, but nothing really happened.
"Sage," she continued, "you were doing really good, but it might be better if I took my panties off. Would that be okay?"
"Uh huh," I managed to get out. "Do I just—"
"Oh, you want to do it? Yes, please," she added primly.
I stood, my jeans tenting painfully away from my body. Instead of whatever panty removal activity was about to happen, I sidled up and held her against me first, kissing her forehead. I don't know why I did it, but it felt like I should acknowledge the newness of what was happening. Probably more for me than her, but this was a big deal. My brain wouldn't even let me think a half step ahead to what might happen, what this unlikely series of events had gotten me to.
I gently spun us, Skye's back now to the plinth. She couldn't maneuver much with her pants half down, so I lifted her onto the platform. Staring at her legs for a moment, some quick geometry suggested there was no way to take her panties off with pants still on. I'd heard that girls could do crazy things with bras and shirts and such, but this seemed like pretty ironclad physics.
"Like... off off?" I confirmed.
She grinned and nodded. I sank to my knees and untied her sneakers, then gently put them aside. I thought briefly that her feet didn't deserve the cold concrete floor, so the socks stayed. Her sweats turned out to be more of a group activity, me pulling at the bottom hem while she kind of shimmied out. Skye kept her legs together while I stood, now taking in her nearly bare form. Timidly, I took the sides of her panties in my grasp. She lifted her hips off the plinth to help as I pulled.
My eyes stayed rather focused on her underwear as they fell, finally off the end of her toes and to the floor. As I rose back up, she opened her legs to me. I took in another sharp breath. While my eyes focused on her glistening slit, I quickly took in the entire image of her.
I almost laughed at the juxtaposition. The other time I'd seen Skye on this plinth, her knees were demurely locked together, silvery locks neatly falling down her shoulder as she posed. She was still the same gorgeous girl, her objectively perfect birthday suit still well lit by expensive lighting, but she was now both excited and something else. Her flushed cheeks and now-disheveled hair drew a very differently alluring picture of my manic pixie dream girl.
We gazed at each other as I leaned toward her again. Slowly, I ran my fingers down the side of her stomach, down her upper thigh, then toward her center. As my fingertips brushed her outer lips, the heat was even more intense. Her natural lubrication let my finger glide along her skin. I took a gentle trip down, then up the length of her delicate folds. Tentatively, I swiped a little deeper, pushing her folds apart.
I sighed as my digit disappeared inside her warmth. Skye's body seemed to squeeze against me as I pushed deeper, slowly pulling out before plunging back in with another finger. Just the idea of part of me being inside her was one of the most erotic things I'd experienced. I didn't dare play the situation forward in my head, I'd probably make a mess in my jeans.
"Does it... feel good?" I croaked out.
She only murmured in return. What really did it for me was the look on her face. Skye's proud to be naked expression was layered with infatuation and lust, and it was pointed right at me. Without missing a beat, I leaned forward and kissed her hard. Her arms flew around my torso and pulled me to her, kind of trapping my exploring hand between us. As my thumb found its way up to her clit, she sighed deeply out her nose while we continued to kiss.
"Ohhhh," she breathed out as I kissed down her neck, "please... that."
My brain registered how other this was. My cock was still confined to my painfully restricting jeans, but the endorphins were flowing anyway. The feeling of her slick insides around my fingers, the taste of her skin on my tongue... I found that the delicate nerves in her clit were apparently connected to her lungs and vocal cords. The more pressure and variation I applied, the more her breath would catch and increase the likelihood that I'd hear her make an adorably sexy noise for me. I put the pieces together that I was giving her the girl version of a handjob.
"Oh lord, Sage... please, I'm so close..." she pleaded.
If a nuclear bomb had gone off outside, there's still no way I would have stopped. Remembering something I'd read on the internet, I didn't change or do anything different with my hand. My fingers were starting to get a little sore, but by god if I was going to disappoint her now.
Skye's head had lolled back a little, and I hoped the don't change a thing edict might not include the upper body, so I dropped my head and latched on to a perfect tit. I had to give up watching her beautiful face, but the added sensation of hearing her moan was worth it. As her hips began to gently gyrate against me, I knew we were close. I'd never been in proximity to an actual flesh and blood woman in this state, but all the evidence suggested as such.
Briefly, the universe intervened. It wasn't an explosion outside the window, or even close.
Just voices.
Oh shit, my brain offered. Someone's here, fuck-fuck-fuck! They're gonna walk in and see us— see Skye naked, and... what we're doing!
My adrenal gland was pumping overtime. I hadn't stopped pleasuring the gorgeous girl now literally writing against me, nor had I released the soft mouthful of breast between my lips. Some part of me was on naughty autopilot as what I assumed was the beginning of Skye's orgasm. She either didn't hear the voices outside in the hallway drifting through the half-open door, or she didn't care. As she cried out, I realized I didn't either.
"Oh, fuuuck..." she moaned as her legs wrapped around me.
I felt her insides contract and squeeze my fingers. I slowed my swiping against her clit, kind of alternating against the tapering contractions.
I released her breast from my lips, taking one last selfish lick as her body relaxed. I stood and held her against me, her head on my chest and my confined erection pressing into her stomach. We sat like that for I don't know how long, just holding each other. Skye finally giggled and looked up at me.
"I almost had you pegged as inexperienced," she said, the sultry layer on her voice still thick.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to confirm or deny, so I stayed silent. My hips flexed toward her just a bit, my tuning fork level of arousal coming up for air now that I knew I'd done some kind of decent job for her. Of course she felt it, reciprocating with a hand on my zipper.
"Sage, would you like some attention?"
"I wouldn't say no." My voice sounded lower and softer than normal. "If you're offering."
"I am," she said.
I know she didn't bat her eyelashes or erupt in hentai-appropriate lust panting, but nothing in my life could have prepared me for the concrete realization that a gorgeous, unattainable girl was unbuttoning my pants. I stood there, watching the delicate fingers attached to the most beautiful person I'd ever seen fumble with my zipper. Part of me never wanted this moment to end, but a larger part was daring to skip ahead.
By the time I came back to reality, my jeans and underwear were around my knees, my rock-hard erection now swinging obscenely in front of me. Skye had hopped off the plinth. She tilted her head up to kiss me, tugging my lower lip in her teeth before kissing her way down my body. When she got to my chest, I briefly worried that a stray nibble on a nipple would make me blow right then. She seemed to be more focused on the destination than the journey, and was quickly on her knees in front of me.
"Oh... boy," I coughed out as her fingers closed around my shaft.
She giggled, not derisively, but with more than a little amusement.
"Okay, maybe I'll go back on my experienced comment."
Rapidly reaching the baseball, grandma, and apple pie stage of my arousal, I glanced down at her. Skye's face was an inch or two from my swollen head, her lips slightly parted.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" she asked, again with only endearing amusement.
I couldn't think of anything to say that would help my case, so I simply nodded.
Skye stood quickly upright, temporarily releasing her hold on my shaft. I wondered if I'd answered wrong.
There's no way she wants a guy like me, some virgin nerd. God, how could I be so fucking stupid?
My fight or flight response was ready to hike up my jeans and run out.
"You don't have to be nervous," she said soothingly, pressing her body against me for a hug. "It's totally fine. Everyone experiences things at their own pace."
My throat went dry and raspy.
Am I supposed to say something?
"Sage, do you want this to, you know... be with me?"
I choked out a few random syllables that didn't form any kind of words.
"I mean," she continued, now sounding a bit more nervous, "I know we had our little fun so you could finish your drawing, but this feels like... more."
"A lot," I finally stuttered out. "a lot more." Despite my aching need wagging between us, I slowly took her cheeks in my hand and kissed her. Gently, no tongue, just simple affection. Apparently that was enough answer for her and she dropped back to her knees.
Sky kissed just the tip of my swollen head and glanced up at me. The spot where her lips touched my skin felt hot and electric. That was nothing compared to the sensation as she took me between her lips.
Part of me wanted to close my eyes, loll my head back, and just focus on the feeling as my cock slowly disappeared into Skye's warm, wet mouth. This was so much better than any time I'd jacked off, even with lotion or lube. The other part kept my eyes peeled wide, gazing down at her as her red lips stretched wide around my shaft. I almost jumped when she began to swirl her tongue, the feeling even more amazing.
"Oh my god," I moaned slowly.
Skye took a few slow trips up and down, her tongue gently working the underside of my shaft. After a few more, I felt her push against me, the back of her throat yielding to my entry. The look of satisfaction in her eyes as her lips stretched obscenely around the base of my shaft was like a drug. She pulled almost all the way off, keeping just my swollen head in her mouth. Flicking just my tip with her tongue bordered on painfully amazing.
Without warning, she pushed forward again, burying my cock deep in her throat. I threaded my fingers into her silvery hair, the only thing I could think of to make the exchange not completely one-sided.
"Skye," I groaned as she made a few more slow bobs. The silky warmth of her mouth on my cock was quickly getting me toward the promised land, another few seconds and there'd be no stopping it. "I'm real close."
The lusty, determined sparkle in her eyes didn't waver as she gazed up at me. I gently squeezed the fingers still in her hair, not holding her in place, but pleading. She picked up the pace just a little, and increased both the delicate suction and the ministrations of her tongue.
As the fluid began to rise through me, my brain had some kind of partial crash. There was simply no way this was happening right now, there was no way that I could be getting a blowjob in our art studio, there's no way it's her. The images seared into my brain from our first time in this room, mine and twenty other sets of adoring eyes on Skye's perfect skin, her alluring curves. Everything about that hour was so very right on the edge of titillating and sexy, but still, she was art. And now, she's on her knees, turning me into a man.
The thoughts were quickly swept away as biology took over. Chemicals flooded my brain and I could feel the delicious pressure, the aching need to explode. I tried not to thrust my hips forward, I'm honestly not sure if I succeeded.
"Skye!" I squealed, a halting breath catching in my throat just after her name. "Oh, fuck..."
Spurt after spurt rocketed out of me. I'd let my hand fall from her hair, but hers were now pulling on the back of my thighs. I could hear her gulping after each jet of my release, the sound both perfect and obscene. After the first few powerful convulsions, her tongue pulled out more of my cream, coaxing it out like she was milking me. The sensation was almost overwhelming and my knees got a little wobbly.
I kind of rocked backwards a little, half sitting and leaning on the highest part of the plinth behind me. Surprisingly, she came along with me. Skye pushed all the way forward, burying my softening cock in her throat one last time after I'd been reduced to a dribble. I finally let out a deep, cleansing breath. She hummed a quiet little mhhmmm as she pulled off and stood.
Two things hit me as I watched her rise upright and stretch. The first was simply confirming how gorgeous she was. I'd thought my drawing of her could have been a Wikipedia photo for 'The Perfect Woman, Illustrated', but it simply didn't do its subject justice. Close, but not fully.
The second was that other than my underwear and jeans now around my ankles, I was nude. We were nude. Not in a bedroom or even the back of a car, but here in an art studio. Again. The noises of people talking that had passed by some minutes ago... we weren't even alone in the building. Despite Skye's confident grin that accompanied her utter bareness, I felt exposed. Maybe not a hundred percent in a bad way, but my glistening cock hanging heavy in front of me felt over the line. I stooped and grabbed the hem of my jeans and pulled them up. Not quite 'oh shit, what did I just do...' post nut clarity, but that direction.
Skye's expression didn't change as I reclothed the lower half of my body, and she craned up to kiss me. I sighed out through my nose as her breasts flattened against my chest.
"That was really nice," she whispered after we broke the kiss, her arms still around my chest and back.
"I have very little to compare to," I said, just tossing out the admission. "But it seemed pretty awesome to me."
She giggled and hugged me tighter, dropping her head to my chest. I could feel her hot breath on my skin and was glad I'd put my pants back on.
"You're really kind of adorable," she said quietly.
My brain couldn't manufacture any suitable response. I heard her take in a long breath through her nose and hoped I'd remembered deodorant. Her body shivered against me, which seemed incongruous with the heat every place our bare skin touched. Her hands began to slowly caress me, her nails raking down my back. I let my arms around her descend to the top of her butt, unsure of where this was going.
"Sage," she murmured after a few moments of this gentle touching, neither of us apparently willing to let go of the other. "Are you still, like... horny?"
Hearing the word from her lips was like reopening a valve of blood flow to my midsection.
"I'm not... not horny," I said with a juvenile chuckle.
"You did a really good job earlier," she said consolingly, like I was going to be offended. "But you just kinda... revved me up, you know what I mean?"
Oh my god, what is she saying right now? There's no way... right?
I quickly skipped ahead, analyzing whether we'd go to her house or my dorm, would she want to shower first? Would it be a bring an overnight bag kind of thing?
Maybe she just wants to cum one more time, I didn't do okay with the first one, maybe I need to try harder and go faster or something? But she just said I did a good job, like, enough to make her want more!
"Sage," she said again, turning her head up to look at me, cutting through the storm of thoughts in my head. "I really like you. Do you want to... do some more stuff? With me?"
The outside edges of my vision seemed to bow then shake as if the universe was behaving with Matrix rules. There in front of me, arms wrapped around my chest and gazing up at me was a girl so far out of my league that it didn't make sense. Her eyes were almost pleading with me, no, they were... nervous. This smart, adorable, perfect woman wrapped in my arms was gazing into my soul and hoping that I was going to take our brief, insane relationship to another level. The final level, as far as I was concerned... and she was worried I was going to say no. I could barely keep my voice steady as I answered.
"More than anything in the world."
Relief washed over her face and she was back to confident, own the room Skye. "Good. I mean, I kinda figured, but... a girl can't assume, right?"
"Oh yeah, totally," I said, trying not to laugh. "I gotta be pretty selective about the chicks I let into the inner sanctum." Somehow, I managed to keep totally deadpan.
Skye laughed brightly, her body jiggling oh-so-wonderfully against mine. "That's a good call," she giggled, "there are lots of crazies out there." My facade broke as she leaned up and kissed me again, neither of us completely closing our eyes. The way she pulled my lower lip between hers suggested and confirmed two important details. For whatever it was, she meant now, and by extension... here.
My brain spun up and analyzed the possibility, the risk. I was briefly nude at the camping trip, but it was dark. I knew in advance exactly who was going to see me, and I'd see them.
We'll count that one as a draw.
If I considered what had happened only moments before, and then last time at our personal drawing session, I'd been mostly nude in this very open space, twice, without incident. I dared to think about what was about to take place.
There are or were very recently people in the building. If they came in and we were doing that...
My head reeled at what would happen, what it would mean.
It's not much different than what we just did, right? But nobody came in just then.
Statistics class piped up. Just because nobody had walked in the previous two times, that didn't influence the probability for the next. Being discovered now was just as likely or unlikely as it was before.
Jesus, I can't even believe I'm okay with Skye seeing me like this...
I was quite sure if she hadn't bared her body first, there's no way I would have done the same. I gulped as the war raged in my head. A familiar chorus of you're in college now, your chance to be a new person... played loudly in my brain. I'd nearly committed to whatever crazy thing was about to happen when she spoke again.
"You look like you're thinkin' real hard," said Skye before her face fell. "It was a stupid idea," she tutted. "I mean, I still wanna... you know, but it doesn't have to be here, I'll survive a case of girl blue balls."
"No," I said, the confident air in my voice completely at odds with my nerves. "I'm not gonna leave you hanging," I added with a grin. I knew the words coming out of my mouth weren't just my hormones taking advantage of the situation. Of course, anything that happened was going to be awesome for me, but I was doing this for her. Well, because of her.
Skye's eyes lit up. "Well then, I think we'll need to get you out of those pants again."
"I got it," I said as she'd begun to slowly slide her hands down my side. I was doubling down on this being my choice, my prerogative. The look on her face was surprised, and maybe a bit impressed. She took a step back while I pulled down my jeans and underwear, then kicked them away. I squared my legs and took a deep breath, getting a similar tingle to the moment I'd stepped out of the tent, sans clothing.
Skye gave me a hungry eye grope, mine mirrored. I clapped a hand over my mouth as she bent down to remove her socks, the last bit of clothing separating her from being completely, wonderfully naked. Quickly copying her, the cold concrete floor under my feed drove it home. I gave her a full head to toe gaze again. I'd never found feet necessarily attractive, but I couldn't deny seeing every inch of her creamy skin was glorious. My quickly growing erection agreed.
My mouth decided it was going to try and help.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful..."
Skye rushed at me and her lips crashed into mine. I stumbled backwards as our hands and arms found their way around each other. Sort of half leaning, half sitting on the edge of the plinth, Skye straddled my lap and stood on her tiptoes. She got just high enough to get over my quickly hardening manhood. She trapped it between her legs as she slid up on me.
"There we go," she said, slowly rocking her hips.
The warmth from her thighs radiated into my shaft as she squeezed me. Her natural juices coated the top of my cock a little more on each gentle gyration. I was glad that I'd just had the best orgasm of my life, as this same level of stimulation ten minutes ago would've had me firing jets all over the floor again. We hadn't broken our kiss the whole time, one of my hands wrapped around her back, the other gently pawing at her breast as she continued to grind on me.
I couldn't tell if Skye's calves were getting sore, or if she was close to cumming again, but after a moment she stopped.
"Last chance," she whispered into my ear after breaking the kiss. "No judgement if this is happening too fast and you want to slow it down."
"I kinda don't think I have a choice at this point," I panted, the sensations radiating into my cock from her hot wetness suggesting there was only one thing that was going to happen.
"Oh, thank god," she giggled. "'Cause Sage? I want you really bad."
She lunged forward and kissed me, pulling my lower lip in her mouth again. The pressure in my cock surged and my hips involuntarily lifted her off the floor a bit. She giggled and scooted down, my hardness swiping up the length of her slit before being freed and flopping against my stomach.
Skye gestured to the plinth. I raised up on my arms and scooted myself up, now fully sitting with my feet hanging over. She went around the side and used the levels as stairs to come up to me. As she stood over me and slowly stepped one leg over, I got the most delicious view. Her pussy and inner thighs were slick with her arousal. She slowly dropped to her knees above me, taking gentle care to rub just her nipples against my chest as we kissed.
Now reasonably sure about what was going to happen, a twinge of nerves knotted my stomach. Rather than retreating into my mental basement for comfort and familiarity, I just spilled out the truth from my anxious indoor kid. It hadn't failed me yet...
"I've never done this," I choked out. "Just tell me if I'm doing something wrong, or... you don't like it, or whatever."
"Sage..." she said sweetly, reaching between us and grasping my cock in her delicate fingers. "We got this." We shared a nod and a smile, mine still nervous, hers confident and gorgeous. "You just let me start, okay?"
Without moving our upper bodies, her reassuring eyes still only inches from mine, Skye moved her hips upward. I felt her hand on my shaft push it upright a bit. Lowering back down, her heat and slick wetness enveloped just my engorged head as it slid inside. She used her hand to drag my tip up and down her slippery folds before finally letting go. I resisted the urge to thrust upward with every fiber of my being. I knew she could tell.
"Oooohhhh..." she cooed as her hips began to drop, "yeahhh..."
Skye's velvety smooth insides took me in, a gentle inch at a time. She went slow, either getting used to me inside her, or maybe the other way around. Every time she'd stop and raise back up, she'd drop just a little further the next time. I think she noticed that my ragged breathing had become tied to this delicious cycle, and she made a little game of it, making an adorable little noise each time we passed a new mark.
After a few moments she'd let all her weight rest on me, tits flattened into my chest. When she had finally taken me all the way in, I realized I'd been just laying there, arms rigid at my sides. I slowly wrapped them up and around her, squeezing her body into mine even closer. A tiny gyration of her hips made the most amazing sensation from my new place deep inside her.
"You feel so amazing," I whispered. "God, this is..."
"So good, right?" she said in my ear. Skye lifted her hips a few inches and let them drop slowly, my hardness plunging back into her warm depths. "Sage..."
As we got comfortable, Skye would rock her hips back and forth for a minute, then switch to gentle circles. I stayed mostly buried in her gorgeous body, the small movements making her velvety tunnel tug and squeeze my achingly hard cock. I was again quite glad her blowjob had taken the edge off and was quite content to just let her drive. Although this was nothing like the porn I'd watched, I couldn't think of anything I would change about what was happening. That was until she shifted her legs and sat upright.
In a hot second I was treated to a perfect view of her, breasts full and chest flushed pink. My eyes trailed down the valley between her mounds to her taut stomach. I gasped as I took in the sight of the place where we connected. She'd just lowered herself all the way against my thighs, her outer lips stretched around the base of my cock. It was almost hard for me to believe, the sensations of my nerves telling me my dick was as big and hard as it had ever been, but I couldn't see it. It was completely inside her, inside Skye. I gazed back up to her beautiful face and got a lusty grin in return.
"You feel so fucking good," she moaned.
Hearing her curse was in the same bucket with her little squeaks and moans... addictive. She began to move with a little more amplitude, her hips raising to reveal about half of my slippery shaft. I watched each time in amazement as it disappeared. The feeling when I was completely inside her was everything.
Skye started to ramp her thrusting as she rode me. I was amazed I hadn't started to get close yet, somewhere the god of pleasure or orgasms or something was watching out for me. Her breasts began to sway on her chest in time with her more enthusiastic bouncing. Her hands had been at her sides, but had eventually slid up and over her thighs. One went to my chest, the other toward her core.
I watched in lusty awe as her finger snaked down between her legs, gently brushing the top of my shaft as it slid in and out of her. She traced her fingertip up to her swollen clit.
"Is this okay, Sage? I'm close," she almost whined. "I wanna cum..."
I had zero experience with dirty talk, so I just gave her the permission she apparently needed to ask for.
"Yes," I said, the husky growl in my voice surprising me.
Seeing this ridiculously perfect picture in front of me, Skye enthusiastically riding me, her perfect tits swaying... my stupid brain decided to make a brief detour back to my nervous reality. I tried to think how long ago we'd heard the voices outside in the hallway.
Would they still be here on a Saturday night? Who comes to the art building on a weekend, anyway?
Skye's whimpers grew in intensity and quickly snapped me out of my brief fog. Her tempo had increased again, and her finger was rather insistently strumming at her clit. I thought briefly that I could help in that regard, but I decided against it. The exquisite image of her above me and the sensations radiating into my body from our point of connection were ramping up too.
"Oh Jesus..." she quietly moaned. Skye's hips began to buck against me and after a few almost violent shakes, she went rigid. "Cumming!" she cried out. A series of small aftershocks made mostly just her legs spasm against me, her inner muscles squeezing my cock in rhythm.
After a moment she opened her eyes and sunk down to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Despite my aching desire to finish myself, I wrapped my arms over her back and pulled her closer. I basked in the euphoria of knowing that she'd finished, and from what I could tell, finished well.
"I didn't know how bad I needed that," she whispered. "Thank you."
"Glad to be of service," I said more seriously than I meant.
Skye giggled and I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock, pushing me further toward my increasingly overwhelming desire for her.
"You didn't... already, right?" she asked, raising her head to look at me.
"Uh huh," I said, instinctively squeezing my pelvic floor muscles and pushing up into her a bit.
"Ooh," she cooed. "Please don't stop on my account. I don't want to mess up your first time..."
My body took the cue and began thrusting gently from below. Controlling the depth and pace was yet another new fantasy realized. Not that it didn't count a minute ago, but my brain offered the pedantic thought.
You're fucking a girl.
The thought spurred some extra energy in my muscles, lifting Skye's lower body off the plinth with every slow thrust.
God, she feels good.
"Sage," she said after a moment, sitting up. "Do you wanna be on top now?" The confident smirk pulling on her lips was like a challenge.
In what felt like an almost gymnastic movement, I rolled us over, my shaft never completely leaving her. We ended up almost hanging over the edge of the plinth, but a gentle scoot got us more or less centered. I gazed at her, now lying below me with her silver hair fanned out over the smooth wood.
"Skye..." I said without any idea of how I was going to finish the thought. As I plunged fully into her hot depths again, most rational thought left my head.
"It's your turn," she said sweetly, lifting her head to kiss me.
I pulled nearly all the way out, then gently pushed myself inside her to the hilt. Her velvety tunnel was even slicker than before, I guessed maybe due to her climax. The feeling of her warmth around me as I continued to plunge began the inevitable.
The pressure inside me built far more slowly than normal, but it was there, like an oncoming train you could hear in the distance. We began to make our own noises, the sound of our skin, the gentle thhhp of my thighs hitting hers, the wet slllk-sllk-slllllk of my cock pushing and sliding through her delicate lips.
My endorphins and happy chemicals were beginning to flow, the inevitable pleasure all focused on the gorgeous creature below me. I pushed myself up on my hands to get a better view. Skye's red lips were parted open and she was panting. I glanced down between us, her perfect tits gently swaying on her chest in time with my pumping. Glancing down even further, I watched in awe as my cock appeared and disappeared. Despite the slower build up, I knew I was less than thirty seconds away. With an extra push to get one last delicious moment with her, I stopped.
"I'm almost there," I managed to make out. "Can I... on your stomach?"
"Ohh..." she whined. Sky slowly wrapped her legs around my ass, holding me in place. "Don't stop."
"What?" I said, everything snapping into focus briefly. My instincts told me to pull out, negate the risk. A little backward pressure with my hips pushed me right into Skye's locked ankles.
"Sage..." she said dreamily, "don't stop, just let go."
She gave me a little latitude with her legs and I pulled halfway back before plunging in again. The warmth of being buried deep again re-lit the fuse. I began eagerly thrusting, now knowing there wasn't anything in the way. The familiar pressure built. The feeling of her body below me, all Skye's appendages now pulling me to her, trapping me in a full body embrace... if the entirety of the art department had walked in at that moment and started pointing at us, I wouldn't have stopped. Couldn't.
"Ohmigod," I breathed out, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Yesss," she hissed in my ear, "cum for me."
A series of halting breaths tore at my core muscles as I exploded. I felt her legs lock behind me again, keeping every inch of my cock inside her willing body as I filled her womb. Jet after jet of my hot spend filled the tiny, tight space inside her as my body convulsed. Skye's pussy began to contract just as I'd begun to taper off.
"Godyesssfuckfuckfuck!" she cried as her body began anew.
Her grip around me was almost painful as her climax peaked, but it was pain I'd endure forever if it meant we'd stay just like this. I wanted to see her face, to watch, but there was simply no way I could pull free enough to see her, at least not in time.
Our sweaty bodies finally relaxed and I felt her hold on me loosen. I took the opportunity to raise my head and gently kiss her, both of us breathing heavily through our noses for a moment. We finally broke the tender kiss and looked at each other.
"Well that was nice," she said with a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Um, yeah, it was," I agreed.
"Sage... I came again."
"Yeah," I chuckled, "I kinda picked up on that. Is that not... normal?"
"That soon after? No, not normal."
The thought that it might have anything to do with me didn't even barely register.
"Well, I guess... good for you then."
Skye laughed brightly, almost a belly laugh, which I could still wonderfully feel with her insides contracting around my softening cock.
"Yes, it is good for me!" She giggled, which tapered off into a sigh. I knew she meant it in a good way.
My arms were about to give out, so I came to grips with reality that we couldn't stay here forever, and I rolled off. We clasped hands and stared at the ceiling together, the expensive lights making me squint. We lay there for a few moments before I got a bit nervous that I was supposed to say something.
"I guess I should let you get back to your project?"
Skye let out another long sigh, this one tinged with something like I could be convinced to do literally anything else.
"Yeah, I think so."
I sat up and gazed at her, still laying on her back. A large trail of my milky cum striped her thigh where I'd pulled out.
"Oh, sorry, lemme help." I hopped up, my wet and softening cock wagging in front of me. Like she'd done for me the last time we were in this room, I grabbed the least gross paint rag I could find and got it damp in the wash sink. I trotted back over to the plinth and handed it to her.
"Aren't you sweet?" she grinned at me.
I looked away while she cleaned up. By the time I glanced back she had her panties and bra back on. I quickly followed suit, scooping clothes off the floor to get dressed. My wet hoodie was still wet, but it didn't at all dampen my opinion of what had just happened. The sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me made me want to just wrap her in my arms again and hold her until the end of time, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.
"Do you need any help, you know, with your project?" I added, realizing I was trying to fill the awkward silence.
"Nah," she said. "I just gotta grind through it." Skye sidled back up to me and gave me a sweet, gentle peck. "Thank you again, I did really need that."
"Anytime," my mouth offered before the realization of what I said caught in my throat. Still, maybe new Sage was on to something here. I gave her a halfhearted wave and made toward the door.
I wanted to turn around and gush to her, to tell her that she'd made my first time better than my wildest imagination, that she'd probably ruined me for future relationships, that there was likely now a bar set unreasonably high. Of course, I didn't do that. I left the atelier and tromped down the stairs.
As I made it out to the sidewalk, I glanced up to the large second story windows of the art building. I'm not sure how long I stayed there, rooted to the spot and staring, but at least the rain had stopped. A few times a streak of silver blurred past a window as she bustled about, doing whatever it was for her project.
I finally began walking in no particular direction. From the soreness in my cheeks, I could tell the shit eating grin on my face was pretty much plastered on. I couldn't go back to the dorm and face the guys yet, they'd know instantly and grill me. A small part of me wanted to eat it up and maybe even tell them that I'd given my V-card to the most gorgeous, unlikely girl I could imagine. I knew that part was really only a product of living with Donny for a few months.
The sun broke out for a few brief moments before setting. All the sidewalks and roads steamed the recent rain away, creating ethereal wisps of fog that seemed to hover around campus. The light was weird, I felt weird, everything was weird. I knew I'd just had an experience I'd probably remember for the rest of my life, but after the internal fog of happy brain chemicals had faded, I accepted the fact that nothing for me had really changed. I was still at a good college, scraping my way forward toward a good career.
I thought about friends back home that had derailed their lives for girls in high school. I was so jealous that they had girlfriends, already beginning some semblance of domestic bliss and sexytime... I counted how many had already gotten in some trouble, or best case - had taken menial jobs they'd probably do forever. Not that being in a relationship early in life was some kind of sentence, but maybe it changed your perspective on things?
Wandering around the university, I pondered the mysteries of women and relationships, like I was now somehow an expert. A few times my brain recalled an image or flash of us together in the studio. My sticky cock would respond instantly, forcing me to adjust and walk carefully for a block or so as I forced my thoughts back to the mundane. If Skye had texted me and asked me to come back for another round, I'd literally sprint... but barring that, I was being very grown up about all this, thank you very much.
I finally got back to the dorm well after nine, feeling pretty good about my place in life. I didn't dare think about our time together or what it may or may not mean for the future, but only that I had broadened my horizons. Unlocking our door I felt somewhat confident in my ability to play it cool. Thank god only Kai was there, watching something on his laptop in the living room.
"Well, how'd it go?"
"Good," I said honestly but noncommittally. I hoped without the other two, he'd take my answer.
Kai got off the couch and met me in the kitchen. My throat was a little dry and I reached in the fridge for a seltzer. When I turned around, he was there grinning at me like an idiot.
"I'd say good might be an understatement."
My adrenaline spiked, wondering how he could possibly know. My face was reasonably calm up until now, and I'd literally said only a single word to him.
"Understatement... how?"
Kai's eyes dropped to my legs, mine followed.
Well... shit.
The surprise on my face quickly morphed into probably a similar grin I'd sported walking out of the art building. This time however, it's because I was wearing Skye's pink sweatpants.
We shared a brief awkward chuckle as I chose not to refute the obvious claim on the table. Kai looked genuinely happy for me, so I just accepted it.
"Don't tell the others, okay?" I said.
He nodded. "You got it. But Sage," he said wistfully, "was it..."
"Yeah." My grin widened further and I turned on a heel to lock myself in my room.
I thought about texting Skye right then. My brain took it a few different ways. I could apologize for being an idiot and not paying attention, or maybe use it as an excuse to see her again. Maybe keeping an article of each other's clothing was some kind of de facto commitment, like stealing a sweatshirt from your boyfriend?
As my thought patterns escalated toward scenarios aligning with me seeing her again, an undeniable observation popped into my head.
If we got dressed at the same time and neither of us noticed me pulling on her pants... she had to have been as smitten as me, right? But maybe she just thought it was funny that I didn't notice and that people would see me? Nah, that's not like her. Could she really be... into me? Doesn't seem likely. When we finished, she said 'I needed that'. Not 'me', not 'ohmigod Sage, I've had my eye on you since the moment you walked into Jan's class'. She just needed to cut loose, and I was there. I was the guy.
The train of thought slowly aligned with my more adult reasoning from my walk home, and I became okay with it, again.
"It's okay, dude," I said aloud to myself in the quiet of my dorm room. "Take the win, be cool about it."
As I stripped my clothes off and neatly folded Skye's pink sweatpants, I had righted my worldview and was mildly proud of myself. I'd just toweled off my damp torso and climbed into bed when my phone dinged. My adrenaline spiked as the notification bubble popped up, Skye.
Her text wasn't a message, just a picture. The background was blurry and I couldn't tell where she was, but in the foreground, front and center, was her taut, smooth stomach. Just below her belly button was obviously the waist of my jeans, probably still damp. She'd threaded some kind of jute or twine through the belt loops, obviously to hold them up so she could walk home.
I laughed out loud, staring at the photo.
The flood of endorphins rushed back into my gray matter with force, erasing all my evolved and adult thoughts from the last hour. I tried to think of some witty response, not daring to type it until it was ready. After what felt like forever, nothing came to me. I finally just long-pressed her photo and tapped the heart emoji. I couldn't remember ever hearting anything in my life, but apparently today was going to be a day of firsts.
I sighed and let the phone fall on my chest as I grinned at the ceiling.
After I'd showered, I climbed into bed in a predictably pleased mood. I would have assumed that after a poor night's sleep camping I'd have no trouble crashing, but I was wrong. I ping-ponged between mentally high-fiving myself and thinking - not too hard - about what might happen next. Playing back little snippets of those very fresh memories, analyzing what she did and said... I harbored some possibility that there could be more, but I didn't dwell on it.
As I got closer and closer to the headspace approaching sleep, my thoughts became almost disturbingly visual. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her. Us. After who knows how long, the visions narrowed down to two distinct images. I had committed quite a few vignettes to memory, but these two pictures of Skye in my head wouldn't fade off into the blackness and let me sleep. Not that the pair of mental photographs were in any way unfortunate, quite the opposite actually.
Finally I got up and switched my desk light on.
I gotta get these outta my head.
After fumbling out two fresh sketchbook pages, my pencils and charcoal, it was like I'd been doused with overwhelming inspiration. Not even inspiration maybe, more like a compulsion. Never in all my years of drawing had something like this happened. As my hand began to flourish across the paper, I realized I wasn't really even in control. Everything I'd ever created before was like trying to trick my hands and a thin layer of burnt wood to resemble something in my head, an idea. Even drawing Skye the first time while she sat in front of me wasn't like this.
Every time I looked at the paper, the picture was already there somehow, I was merely tracing and filling it in.
My hands began to streak faster and faster. I'd seen people speed draw on YouTube and it was rather like that, but somehow I never made a mistake. I never had to redraw a line or fix a curve, it was as if a computer loaded with a photograph was operating my arm. I finished the outline shapes of the first and moved straight to the second picture.
In less than an hour I was already shading and blending. A small still-rational part of my brain knew the rest of me was caught up in some kind of crazy, obsessive impulse, but wanted to see where it led. My hands danced around the paper like a madman. Another tiny bit of my consciousness knew I was getting tired, but the adrenaline was countering just as fast.
I allowed myself a glance at my phone as I dug in for my colored chalk. It was nearly three, and I had that jittery energy drink buzz that was beginning to morph into a headache. I didn't even think about the colors I added, I just knew what to do. Between sticks of pastel colors, I just wiped my fingers on my bare legs, having long ago taken off Skye's pink sweatpants.
In an almost climactic finish, I swiped my finger around to blend a peachy pink under one of her cheeks. I took in a sharp breath as my body finally slumped back into the desk chair.
Like a switch had been flipped, my drawings were done. I stared at the two versions of Skye through bleary eyes. Just like the instantaneous knowledge that the work was done, the images ceased being a project, something I needed to complete. They were her, and just around the edges... me. Together.
I felt the blood flowing into my cock the longer I stared.
"Shit," I mumbled as my hand slowly palmed the front of my underwear. I knew where this was going, and that I wasn't going to stop it.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it away.
"Jesus, Skye..." I said quietly as I reclined, my arousal now pushing the tip of my growing manhood out of the waistband.
I wasted no time in beginning to slowly, luxuriously stroke myself. The recent memory of how she felt just ratcheted up the experience. The feeling of her tongue on the underside of my shaft as her lips stretched around me, the way I fit so perfectly inside her slender body. The images I'd drawn weren't an artist's interpretation of a beautiful girl having sex, they were memories. My memories.
Before long I was jacking my throbbing cock as fast as my manic drawing session. My eyes never left the images of her, switching back and forth as I recalled in eerie detail how she felt, and the both lewd and beautiful sounds our bodies made together.
"Oh, fuck..." I whimpered, the delicious pressure building in my core muscles. My climax contracted my tired muscles and pushed me away from the chair as I came. I finally allowed my eyes to close as the first jet of hot cum shot toward my chest, splashing down on my tattoo. The next few spurts fell on my stomach.
"Ohmigod..." I finally breathed out. The last few dribbles of hot liquid cascaded over my fingers as the overwhelming fatigue enveloped me.
I barely made it to the bed and flopped on my back before I passed out.
* * *
I peeled my eyes open. The faintest of gray light was visible outside through my window. It took a moment and glance at my phone to confirm I'd only slept a few hours, not through the day and into the following dusk. I felt better, but remembered what seemed like days of dreams. I couldn't remember anything other than a general feeling that was somehow both satisfied and anxious, but in a good way. Maybe.
I stood and spun to face the mirror on my door to the bathroom. I laughed out loud, seeing my reflection. My thighs were a palette of warm pastel chalk dust, and my stomach and chest were crusty with the cum I simply couldn't deal with before I fell asleep.
A quick shower improved my mood markedly. As I strolled back into my room, a bit more light now bled through the window, illuminating my new drawings. I gasped as the accompanying memories flooding back in an instant. I pushed them away though, instead focusing on the paper lying on my desk. Even in the revealing morning, they were good. Like... really good. A thought popped in and I carefully slid new Skyes into my portfolio and pulled the strap over my shoulder.
Campus was expectedly quiet before seven on a Sunday morning. Aside from what looked to be some portion of the track team out for a run, I didn't see a soul. As I approached the art building I had a brief fear that Skye would still be there, burning the midnight oil on whatever project deadline had been driving her. The large windows of the atelier were mercifully dark. I didn't think I wanted to try and explain the contents of my bag or really even talk about yesterday... that was going to take some thinking.
I stole inside, wondering if she'd forgotten to lock the building, or if it was simply always open.
Inspiration strikes when it wants, not just during art class.
I grinned to myself as I climbed the stairs. It took all of about five minutes to dig out the can of fixative spray and finalize my drawings. In my brief delirium last night I'd considered not signing them, but was now glad I had. As soon as the paper was dry to the touch, I slid them back in the portfolio. I got a little tingle as the top flap closed, like I'd just gotten away with something. A part of me expected someone behind me as I turned back toward the door, demanding to know why I was skulking around the art building. There was, of course, no one there.
I wasn't so lucky as I quietly let myself back into the common area in my dorm.
"You slut!" said Donny, affecting his voice. "Your first walk of shame, nice, dude!"
I glared at him and considered lobbing a well-deserved STFUD, but thought better of it. He obviously wasn't paying attention that I was wearing different clothes and now had my portfolio slung over my shoulder. I wasn't going to try and reason with him anyway.
"No walk of shame, Donny, I was home last night."
"Uh huh," he tutted, shoveling a bite of cereal in his mouth.
"I'll vouch," said Kai from the living room, "Sage did in fact come home at a very reasonable hour. Not too long after you left, in fact."
I glanced at him, Kai gave me the barest of knowing smirks. I mirrored it back.
"So what the fuck are you doing out and about at the crack of dawn? And what happened with Skye?" Donny asked.
"Just needed some more paper from the art building," I said, "and nothing happened, we just hung out," I fibbed, hoping my voice didn't give it away. Donny eyed me like he was some kind of human lie detector.
"Well, alright I guess. Did you blow it up, or are you gonna see her again?"
I was sure my eyes gave it away, but I answered truthfully. "I hope the second thing."
He nodded back. "Atta boy."
As nonchalantly as I could, I made my way to my room to stash my portfolio. My contraband successfully hidden away, Sunday morning unfolded rather like any other with some well-deserved laziness.
* * *
I managed to keep most thoughts of Skye out of my head until that afternoon. Homework and a bit of studying helped, but as I wrapped up everything I needed to have done for Monday, there she was.